A calculated amassing of beats

A gorgeous cacophony of delighted streams of water

A rhythmic danceable tune

All skillfully choreographed by a mortal to bring joy and excitement to its listener.


Fingers twitch in tune to the beat as it drops

The blood flowing through the veins of the individual can’t help but bubble in delight

The feet gladly join in the celebration

This is finally crowned by a slight bobbing of the head




You can’t take it anymore

You can’t sit down and ignore

You can’t avoid the fact that your brain is being consumed

Consumed by the wonderful mixture being ushered in through your ears.


Your lips start to move suddenly

And you feel you wrote the song all on your own.


At that point it is confirmed,

Your soul is opened wide and is made receptive.


You relax and know

You know that for a few moments you are far

Far far away


In a distant world.





Which Twitter Are You?

A very wonderful post

Colin Garrow

Warning: Rant Alert!

As much as I like Twitter, there’s one thing about certain other Twitterers that bugs me. Let’s begin with a rundown: as far as I can tell, there are six types of folk on Twitter (seven, if you count the Porn Brigade)…

The folks who set up a Twitter account then realise they don’t know what to do with it. Three Tweets later, it all peters out…

Individuals who follow everyone and everything, irrespective of content. They’re the numbers-obsessed people, whose only aim is to amass millions of followers. They RT stuff they think will get them new followers. End of.

These are basically nice people who have no particular theme to their Twitter account, they like what they like and RT stuff that fits loosely under that heading. They’re good at sharing. Mostly.

These are lovely people who aren’t obsessed with how…

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Legends take a while to form

They always take their time to be born

But when they come we always know

Because they have a different glow


We see them at the corner stops

And greet them in the coffee shops,

But there is always one thing we know,

That legends have a different glow.


They mingle with the high and low

And have extra patience for the slow

But there is always one thing we know,

That legends have a different glow.





It is louder than we think

Appears farther than we see

But we always choose to ignore

Always take for granted the core


Attempting to understand ourselves,

We stumble rise and fall.

Still ignoring the problem,

We begin to explore.


Our wandering minds proceed on a journey,

A journey of discovery.

Still dodging the core,

We avoid what is in store.



Then reality hits

Life captures us

It raptures and plunges our hearts in despair,

forcing us to realize the problem.



Struggling to get through it begins.

We decide to follow the signs,

They land us at the crossroads,

And set our hearts on fire.


Finally we get a grip

We get a hold on ourselves.

We long to get back to the beginning

To know that pain will be no more


At that point all’s been resolved.

We are back in one piece.